Varia watches him leave and hangs her head down. "No. I will never understand..." She turns around and looks up at the church cross. "Because I am not an Archangel." She knew her standing, it was not with them. Only Raphael understood. 

The wind blows her hair out to the side and she brushes a few strands back behind her ear. Her eyes soften and watched the sun rise with such admiration for the beauty of this land. The sky a burnt orange, she could feel the sun's rays warmth against her pale skin. Never had she experienced something so beautiful. When she closed her eyes, she swore she was back in Heaven it felt so calming.

And when she opened them. She noticed how she was alone, no-one to share this lovely moment with. Not anymore. 

[i]'You seek what Angels should not.'  [/i]

What? Companionship? Unconditional love? That was not the same as desire. How wrong that demon was.